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Post by Izumi Yamamura on Dec 30, 2013 2:29:51 GMT -5
It hurts to move so much… she hissed to herself—yet she decided to take some time away from Hoenn after what had transpired a few days ago. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen; and inevitably, it did—Bunji had finally crossed the line into madness; and it had earned him a one-way trip home… in a casket. That hellish experience was nothing as compared to the terror she’d experienced approximately three years ago—when he’d first left her and gone out into the world and seemingly “made a name for himself”; only to return back home—and have her trailing after him. She didn’t know if she had the heart to contact Tsurugi and drop the bomb on him that his younger brother had died in a scuffle with this “bounty hunter” who was looking for ex-members of teams that operated on the dark side for the rewards on their heads—she didn’t even know if Steinhart was on this individual’s radar in the first place.
What made it all the worse was that the guy had attempted to actually decapitate the red-head; and she’d literally thrown herself in the way, if but to protect the red-head’s body from mutilation. It had earned her a broken arm, several bruises, and her leg was still hurting like hell—but the most prominent addition to her features was the fact that she was now (at least temporarily) wearing an eye patch; because who knew that this hunter would go to such lengths to get his “prize”? There was a spectacular black eye blooming from the left side of her face and it was swollen shut, and her own right arm was in a cast—and it wouldn’t come off until all the bones were set. Her hair was falling down in a cascade around her, if but to shield the left side of her face as she trudged through the snow, secretly glad that the blizzard wasn’t blowing through the area—albeit it left a deep layer of snow instead.
She looked around, before finding an outdoor café that was almost deserted, and brushed the snow off as best as she could with her left hand; before sitting herself down on the steel chair, not minding if it was freezing outside. I can’t believe this had happened… what the actual hell… she thought, unable to stop a tear that fell from her right eye, which immediately froze a few seconds after it trailed down her cheek. Bunji… you idiot… you crazy idiot!
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Dec 30, 2013 5:53:15 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Izumi Yamamura }{ words 506 }{ short notes: Sup }
Zernebog loved his family to death. Really, he did. He’d do almost anything for them in a heartbeat.
But sometimes people you love tended to grate on one’s nerves like nails on a chalkboard. This time was no different. Mama, Dedushka, and Babushka were so focused on catching up on lost time with him that he was starting to choke from all of the attention. It was made especially worse since they were was a rare Romanov gathering at Snowpoint City, where he was now. As much as he loved attention, there was only so much of it that he could take before going mad and doing something crazy, so it was best for him to drop off the radar for a while.
So while they were all off sleeping in their warm and cozy beds, Zernebog snuck out of his hotel room and began wandering around the city. It was easy enough considering that the Romanov side of the family mostly slept like the dead. The only hard ones to get past were his mama and Babushka, who were both light sleepers, but he’s had so much time and practice in sneaking around that even light sleepers were a non-issue.
So now here he was, trudging through the deep snow without a care in the world, dressed in clothing that would be more suited for fall than winter even though he still had a jacket with fur lining and fur boots on. He let himself enjoy the bitterly-cold winds as it battered his exposed face and painted his cheeks a healthy, light pink color, as well as the beautiful starry skies that lit up the mostly-quiet town.
It didn’t take long for him to notice one of the very few cafes open at this time of night. The light standing out stark against the inky darkness and the pitiful pinpricks of light offered by the aging streetlamps was very easy to spot. Why, there was even a person seated there, though from here he or she looked odd since there was one arm thicker than the other.
When he went closer though, it was easily apparent as to why. The person’s –female from what he could tell in the faint light- arm was in a cast as she sat wearily in the chair, alone at her table. He could make out what appeared to be an eye-patch on her face, as well as hints of what looked like bruising of some sort. It was sights like this that pulled at his curiosity, forcing him to venture to her table and maybe find out why.
”…you know, you shouldn’t going around at this time of night looking like that.” Zernebog raised an eyebrow as he took at seat in front of the girl with the eyepatch, uncaring if she wanted company or not. ”It’s like you’re broadcasting your apparent need to have a second round with the Machoke that fucked up your face and arm.” He drawled, completely uncaring of how he must’ve sounded.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Dec 31, 2013 5:37:28 GMT -5
She let her thoughts wander for a while, her vision flashing in and out with memories and recollections of what had transpired just a few days before Christmas had settled around the entire world (as large as it was) and saw it happen all over again—the two were just going around, happy as you please—and then the next few, it turned completely ugly as someone slipped out from the shadows and announced his intent, Bunji’s rush to get in front of her and protect her—then the ensuing Pokemon battle that followed, which shockingly ended for the red-head with a sound defeat—and then the madness truly began; the last thing she could distinctly remember was being shoved out of the way by the red-head—and when she woke up, he was dead, in the middle of the snowy area; and that other person was just about to cut off his head when she screamed and hurtled herself forward—and then a voice shook her out of the reverie she was going through.
“Oh,” was all she could say at first, waving her left arm, “I didn’t get in a tussle with a Machoke. I got into an ugly fight with a bounty-hunter. Never knew those kinds of people actually existed in this world. I ended up fighting him, to protect someone… and then this happened,” she drawled off; apparently there was still some humor left within her, no matter how shaken up she was. “I just wanted to go on a walk in a cold area, I’m tired of being in extremely hot areas most of the time… that and I just brought someone home. I came here, to forget what had happened… what brings you here?” she asked, looking up with her right eye and seeing that her companion was taller—much taller than she was. And a lot more built than that scrawny Bunji, but that’s a matter of opinion. Also, white hair? Am… am I seeing things? She thought to herself, quickly looking away if in case he suddenly noticed that she was staring at his hairdo.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Dec 31, 2013 10:21:15 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Izumi Yamamura }{ words 255 }{ short notes: Sup }
A corner of Zernebog’s mouth quirked upward. It was good to see that this one kept her humor about her when others would have tried to metaphorically bite his head off in a fit of defensiveness or ignored him to stew in their pit of depression and other negative feelings. He’d seen many others do just that when they only had a fraction of the injuries this girl must’ve had.
Still, there was something he found more fascinating than her unusual attitude about her injuries- her story. A bounty hunter? Given the often clandestine and illegal ventures that he used to go into, he was not surprised that there were bounty hunters in the world. He’s met his share of them; in fact he even dabbled into the profession for a few months before he decided that hunting down ruins were more interesting than hunting down people.
”Sounds like you had an interesting time.” Zernebog finally spoke after she finished her piece. ”I can see why you wanted to numb your injuries with the cold. Though I suppose you’re gonna have to switch to heat again sometime for your injuries.” He joked.
Then he leaned into the seat’s backrest. ”As for me? Just going on a little midnight jaunt to clear my head. The silence is very relaxing.”
He quickly switched topics out of habit. ”So tell me, how are you going to forget whatever it is you’re trying to forget aside from just sitting here and freezing your ass off?”
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Jan 1, 2014 6:08:51 GMT -5
“Not anytime soon,” Izumi began after her companion said his little piece. At least the sarcasm hasn’t been lost on this guy, she thought to herself, taking the time to stare once more at his hair—what made it that shade of white, it was almost the same as the snow around them? After some time, she almost chuckled at his reason—but could see the logic in it—there were rarer times to get alone than to take a stroll out on the town, most especially after a fresh snowstorm just blew through the place. She was not surprised at the change of topic, and then had to admit he was quite open with his statements. “Well,” she began, “I like to think of it this way: if the fire has already tempered and battered you through so much, then isn’t it enough to think of cooling down with a nice walk through the frozen landscape? That, and the coldness of the area helps me think…”
Having bounty hunters on one’s case is just… urgh, how can I explain it… she thought once more, before looking at her companion’s attire—it did seem a bit thin as compared to her own winter boots, jacket, pants and a scarf. “Are you from around here? You look so much more at home,” she asked a few moments later, trying to find just the right time to insert her introductions—since her mind was too busy trying to reconstruct and replay that horrifying scene that she’d encountered in a back alley way in Kanto, his last known location where the red-head was sighted alive. Stop thinking too much about it… but then again, who wouldn’t think so much about it… she thought once more, blowing in front of her and watching the puff of smoke form in front of her face, before it faded away into the frozen sky.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Jan 2, 2014 5:48:54 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Izumi Yamamura }{ words 359 }{ short notes: Sup }
Not anytime soon? Well, at least the joke went over well. It was interesting to know that the girl would be staying in Sinnoh for a longer period of time, though she couldn’t blame her of being tired of heat. That was something he understood perfectly.
He never did know why some other people liked heat almost as much as fire pokemon did. At least they had the excuse of having extremely powerful internal heat sources in them or are living fire elementals themselves. He preferred bitter cold over searing heat any day! In fact, that was the main reason why he stayed away from Hoenn whenever possible. Though his last long-term stay there was years ago, the constant high levels of heat was enough to deter him from going back to this day.
Of course, he had the same problem in Orre. Desert heat did not agree with him, forcing him to wear specialized clothes meant for the desert in order to prevent himself from overheating after a while when he was travelling and not training. The only consolation was that dry heat was far more tolerable than humid heat. At least dry heat only burned; humid heat tended to choke a person as well. Not just the body, but the mind as well.
And from the sound of things, the girl thought so too. ”Touché.” Zernebog nodded once. ”It’s always easier to think in the cold.”
Somehow, Zernebog wasn’t surprised to see her switch the topic this time. At least this one was a question that he wasn’t afraid of answering… anymore, that is.
”Pretty much.” Zernebog grinned wryly and gestured to his hair. ”Can’t you see how much I blend in with the surroundings? Quite uncanny isn’t it?”
Of course, he wasn’t about to tell her that the whiteness of his hair was due to his paternal ancestry, which came from the Sevii Islands and not anywhere near Sinnoh. That would ruin the joke.
”What about you? You don’t seem like a local.” Zernebog tapped his chin with a gloved finger. ”From your words, I’m guessing tourist. Am I right?”
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Jan 3, 2014 3:29:29 GMT -5
Izumi then lifted her right arm and gingerly set the cast on the table, a dull-sounding thud emanating from it the moment she did so. At that same time, she drew herself up to her full height, and was secretly glad that the conversation so far was going well—and that her train of thought wasn’t interrupted at all while she was speaking. She noticed that he was thinking as well of what to say, and then eventually asked her the question that had brought her to this cold, far-flung region in the first place. Shrugging to make her shoulders relax, she nodded. “You’re right on the mark. I come from Hoenn. Lavaridge, to be exact,” she began, before watching her breath form in a plume around her once more.
“I came by here, chasing rumors of a swarm of… what are they… Snover; they’re supposed to show up in a few days or so. I’m also looking for unique and interesting Pokemon—I’ve been to that huge mountain down to the south of here, Coronet-and surprisingly I found a Pokemon native to my homeland there in a swarm too. But that last time was just a quick stop-over, because I headed on to Unova that time; now I’m here for the holidays—and that swarm appearance as well,” she said by way of explanation—and finally the opportunity to introduce herself was near. “I’m Izumi,” she began, nodding in his direction. Did her accent really sound like one from Hoenn? She then waited for his own introduction—if there would be any.
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Jan 5, 2014 23:26:23 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Izumi Yamamura }{ words 269 }{ short notes: Sup }
”Lavaridge?”
Zernebog blinked. That would explain all of those heat comments. ”I’m surprised you’re not downright freezing even with all of those layers. It’s extremely hot in that town and I know from experience that it’s hard to adjust.”
Admittedly, given technology these days it’s easier to adjust from hot temperatures to cold temperatures given that you just bundle yourself up. The reverse is much harder to do because even stripping layers won’t save you from the heat unless you have an air-conditioning unit handy. That was why he was cursing himself for the first year of his stay in Hoenn. It was way too hot for someone who’s lived in temperatures akin to this all of his life.
His thoughts were pulled back into the conversation when she admitted her reasons to be here. Snover Swarm? That was the first he’d heard of it. But then, he didn’t have the time to listen to rumors what with his relatives talking his ear off for most of the time he had been here. However, what was more interesting was the fact that she had been to Mt. Coronet already for the other swarm that had infested his mountains.
”I was there too. Strange coincidence.” But unlike her reasons, he was there because he had to repel the swarm from his home, which was on the mountain itself. But he wasn’t going to admit that to a stranger.
He then grinned. ”Nice to meet ya, Izumi. I’m Zernebog.” He paused for a moment. ”Just use Zerne if that’s too long or too hard to pronounce.”
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Jan 7, 2014 0:07:09 GMT -5
“Well, call it weird, but I’ve always liked cooler areas—it’s kind of ironic, seeing as I was born and raised in a town that’s literally at the foot of a live volcano,” she added with a chuckle, before waving her other hand, her left hand, around the area. “Hoenn doesn’t have any snow, for one—just a lot of water. But you could say that I secretly crave the cold,” she added, sighing at the mention of the “water”—if one didn’t get any “sea legs”, then one may as well dive into one of the deep cliffs that surrounded Lilycove and Mossdeep. It’s also the reason why I get seasick, strangely, she thought to herself as she brushed off some of the snow on the table—it wasn’t the wet, sticky kind, it was more like the feathery, wispy kind of snowfall.
“You didn’t catch anything?” she asked, hoping that her question wasn’t too prying—and then a name was placed to the face, and for a few seconds, her tongue couldn’t pronounce it! Sounds foreign,, much like mine… she thought with a grin as she turned in Zerne’s direction and gave another grin. “I’ll go for Zerne—I’ll admit, I got tongue-tied when you mentioned your real name,” she said with a bit of a sheepish voice, before trying to think of what else to ask—and then she finally had an idea. “So what do you do for a living, asides from walking around in this cold area, looking completely underdressed for the weather?” she asked, attempting to make a joke—hoping she didn’t flop! Ugh, I really need to work more on my people skills… she added more to herself, finally noticing that while she was wrapped up with as much as she could wear, he was more on the under-dressed side than she was!
Post by Zernebog Romanov on Jan 14, 2014 2:22:37 GMT -5
Rise Rebel Resist
I'm the one of the freaks, the faggots, the geeks, the savages, rouges, rebels, dissident devils, artists, martyrs, infidels...
{ tags: Izumi Yamamura }{ words 308 }{ short notes: Sup }
A person born and bred in hot places preferring cold ones instead? That was rather peculiar. However, that didn’t even hit the top 100 of the strangest things he had seen or heard over the years, so that didn’t faze him at all. But since she’s making it out to be strange, he might as well ride along with it.
”Strange.” Zernebog raised an eyebrow before grinning. ”But I can understand why.”
He chuckled and pointed to himself and then to their snow-covered surroundings. ”After all, I’m obviously biased.”
Zernebog leaned back into his seat and waited until she picked a name to call him –and frankly he wasn’t surprised at her choice- before he spoke again. ”Don’t worry. I’m used to it. You’re not the first nor will you be the last.”
Zernebog paused for a moment before shrugging. ”And yes, I actually did catch a Snorunt. Personal reasons though.”
Personal reasons that amount to a long and complicated history that he just barely managed to fix. He still hoped that she still wasn’t hiding a grudge even though Diomedes and Prometheus said that she was sincere, but he couldn’t help but be paranoid about these sorts of things. She did attack his place with something that pretty much amounted to an army for revenge, after all.
Then she asked him a very interesting question, making him smirk a little bit. ”I’ll answer your question in a bit, but tell me something else first. What do you think I do for a living?”
It was a very simple question. One that no one had ever gotten right on the first try. It’s very unlikely that she would be able to guess, given that he looked like some kind of wandering vagrant or thug. He’ll just have to see then, won’t he?
